07-16-2016, 08:13 AM
The demand that she - again - identify herself has Dominator stop in her tracks. The great, helmed head slumps, and she takes a deep breath. For a moment, Dominator is very calm, and very still. She does raise her hand to Ricky as he makes his exit, muttering, in response to his reminder that she needs to go to either Camelot or the Tangled Green at some point to meet his boss...
"Yeah, sure, whatever."
Three muttered words which sound very strange coming from the deep, growling voice from within the helmet. A vague wave as the boy leaves her here with this... this... what? Some random guy with guns demanding to know who she is? Again?!
There's really only so much of this she can take. Who do these people think they are, treating her this way? Like she's some sort of pawn, or a curiosity - something to be pointed at and mocked. It's like she's... oh no.
This must be what it is like to be Hater. This must be how he feels all the time.
And now she's even more angry because - just for a flickering second - she felt something which might have been some pang of sympathy for the most annoying, pathetic, loser of a Villain the Galaxy has ever known! Is this what she's come to?! She just can't hold it in.She tries to stay calm - she really does. But she fails. All of the stress and tension that had been bubbling away inside her suddenly comes erupting to the fore, and the armoured figure swings around to face Jax.
"You want to know who I am?!"
Dominator's voice BOOMS as she swirls on the spot, throwing her arms open wide.
"I am Lord Dominator. The greatest in the galaxy. My robot army is unstoppable! My armour? Indestructible! My power? MAXIMUM!"
Jabbing her finger at Jax, she towers over the man on his speeder, and... the helmet melts away to reveal the pretty green face beneath, the pink eyes and running mascara. She shrinks, her armour melting away over a few seconds to leave her in her t-shirt and skirt, casual sneakers, and bright yellow gloves - one finger of which is still jabbing at the rude man.
"And now I've got nothing!" She shouts, her voice ... no longer a terrifying boom but instead a high-pitched, shrill squeal of frustration. "Because some grinning freak stole everything from me and dumped me here! I had everything! I was going to have it all! Do you want to know what I've got now? Huh? DO YOU?!"
Whether or not Jax wants to know, she's going to show him. From the pocket of her skirt, she pulls out what is - very clearly - a candy ring. Slipping it onto her ring finger she waves it underneath Jax's nose. It smells faintly of blueberries.
"This!" She shouts, jabbing her finger for emphasis. "This is the only thing I've got left from my whole galaxy! Of all the things I worked so hard to get, of everything I could have grabbed if I'd just known this was going to happen, this is what I have to show for it all! And then you... you come marching up to me and ask who the hell I am? Who the hell I am?! Like I'm nothing?!"
Bending down - she's still pretty tall! A good six feet, but now, clearly, more agitated green space alien woman than terrifying metal-clad monster, and the mascara is running freely down her cheeks in bubbling black streams; her internal heat really makes it difficult to keep makeup consistent - those bright pink eyes of hers look right into Jax's - shiny enough that he can, creepily, see his own reflection right in them.
"So now I want to know... WHO THE HELL IS ASKING!?"
After her rant, the green-skinned woman is actually a little out of breath! Strands of white hair poking irregularly from beneath her helmet. Ah. It actually felt really nice to get that off her chest. Maybe she just needed to scream at someone to feel better after all.
"Yeah, sure, whatever."
Three muttered words which sound very strange coming from the deep, growling voice from within the helmet. A vague wave as the boy leaves her here with this... this... what? Some random guy with guns demanding to know who she is? Again?!
There's really only so much of this she can take. Who do these people think they are, treating her this way? Like she's some sort of pawn, or a curiosity - something to be pointed at and mocked. It's like she's... oh no.
This must be what it is like to be Hater. This must be how he feels all the time.
And now she's even more angry because - just for a flickering second - she felt something which might have been some pang of sympathy for the most annoying, pathetic, loser of a Villain the Galaxy has ever known! Is this what she's come to?! She just can't hold it in.She tries to stay calm - she really does. But she fails. All of the stress and tension that had been bubbling away inside her suddenly comes erupting to the fore, and the armoured figure swings around to face Jax.
"You want to know who I am?!"
Dominator's voice BOOMS as she swirls on the spot, throwing her arms open wide.
"I am Lord Dominator. The greatest in the galaxy. My robot army is unstoppable! My armour? Indestructible! My power? MAXIMUM!"
Jabbing her finger at Jax, she towers over the man on his speeder, and... the helmet melts away to reveal the pretty green face beneath, the pink eyes and running mascara. She shrinks, her armour melting away over a few seconds to leave her in her t-shirt and skirt, casual sneakers, and bright yellow gloves - one finger of which is still jabbing at the rude man.
"And now I've got nothing!" She shouts, her voice ... no longer a terrifying boom but instead a high-pitched, shrill squeal of frustration. "Because some grinning freak stole everything from me and dumped me here! I had everything! I was going to have it all! Do you want to know what I've got now? Huh? DO YOU?!"
Whether or not Jax wants to know, she's going to show him. From the pocket of her skirt, she pulls out what is - very clearly - a candy ring. Slipping it onto her ring finger she waves it underneath Jax's nose. It smells faintly of blueberries.
"This!" She shouts, jabbing her finger for emphasis. "This is the only thing I've got left from my whole galaxy! Of all the things I worked so hard to get, of everything I could have grabbed if I'd just known this was going to happen, this is what I have to show for it all! And then you... you come marching up to me and ask who the hell I am? Who the hell I am?! Like I'm nothing?!"
Bending down - she's still pretty tall! A good six feet, but now, clearly, more agitated green space alien woman than terrifying metal-clad monster, and the mascara is running freely down her cheeks in bubbling black streams; her internal heat really makes it difficult to keep makeup consistent - those bright pink eyes of hers look right into Jax's - shiny enough that he can, creepily, see his own reflection right in them.
"So now I want to know... WHO THE HELL IS ASKING!?"
After her rant, the green-skinned woman is actually a little out of breath! Strands of white hair poking irregularly from beneath her helmet. Ah. It actually felt really nice to get that off her chest. Maybe she just needed to scream at someone to feel better after all.
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